Come, my soul, awake, 'tis morning

Verse 1

Come, my soul, awake, 't is morning, Day is dawning O'er the earth, arise and pray; Come, to Hime who made this splendour Thou must render All thy feeble pow'rs can pay.

Verse 2

Soul, thy incense also proffer; Thou shouldst offer Praise to Him, who from thy head Kept afar the storms of sorrow, And the morrow Finds the night in peace hath fled.

Verse 3

Bid Him bless what thou art doing, If pursuing Some good aim; but if there lurks Ill intent in thine endeavour, May He ever Thwart and turn thee from thy works.

Verse 4

From God's glances shrink thou never, Meet them ever; Who submits him to His grace, Finds that earth no sunshine knoweth Such as gloweth O'er his pathway all his days.

Verse 5

Wakenest thou again to sorrow, Oh! then borrow Strength from Him, whose sun-like might On the mountain-summit tarries, And yet carries To the vales their mirth and light.

Verse 6

Pray that when thy life is closing, Calm reposing Thou mayst die, and not in pain; That, the night of death departed, Thou, glad-bearted, Mayst behold the Sun again.